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[Leader of Dragons]  Name: Nakita Naomi Heartsong
Age: 5 Dragon Race: Dracowolf Gender: F Sexual Preference: Bi-Sexual Weapon: None, asides from control over the elements of water and ice. History: Not much is known about Nakita's past, nor does she have a full memory of it herself seeing as to how she has been alive for so long, having been reincarnated countless times. Many of her past lives are still a mystery to her yet she meditates often in the hopes of recalling them. She does remember her first life though, clear as a bell. As a pup, she'd been normal with pretty blue eyes and a silky coat of white with big, clumsy paws. Her mother had been a very gentle wolfess and raised her well in the midst of a small pack but on one unfortunate winter's day, Nakita had a small mishap (her memory grows foggy at this point, though she understands in her current life what took place and why) and she emerged with the odd horn, claws, teeth and eyes of a dragon. Her mother and the rest of their pack soon turned on her because of it. Nakita has been living in fear of her mother ever since, the dreaded white Fae who has lived for a thousand years with one objective in mind. Killing her daughter. Personality: Warm, kind, playful and wise, Nakita is a very caring creature but can be extremely stubborn and judgmental at times, with an easily provoked temper. Her bite is far worse than her bark. She does possess a puppish side, however, and loves water. Appearance: This is not my art nor is it exactly what my Nakita looks like. Just a general idea of a Dracowolf.  
Character Name: "Zero"
Appearing Age: Late teens to early 20's Actual Age: Unknown Race: Avian Gender: Male Sexual Preference: Pansexual Weapon: Rapier (When in human form) Claws, teeth, tail, horns and wings in Avian form. History/Past: Zero was once a great warrior, part of a flock of Avian's known as the Dragasius. Being the youngest member, he had to work hard to keep his position as the second in command. He wasn't always a great warrior though, he actually used to be the lowest rank of the Dragasius. Most of them are made up of Avians that were more human like, looking almost like angels. He however, looked more like a dragon. Growing up was very difficult, always having to work harder than the other Avian's. His mother couldn't even teach him much about his own body, and Zero's father had been killed by his own flock for mating with his mother. Even with a rough childhood, he pushed on, wanting to prove his worth; just wanting approval. Slowly the others started to realize his true potential, as Zero grew into a young man. He was becoming a better warrior than the others had thought, and he wasn't even a part of the training classes. To everyone's surprise the leader of the flock had come to Zero, asking him to join the ranks and to train with them. With silent disapproval, the Dragasius warriors trained with Zero. But after only a year, Zero was able to gain their approval and their trust. Finally he was a true warrior, respected by the very people who had thought about banishing him when he was just a young boy. As the years passed by and many battles passed, there came a day when their rival Flock declared war on the Dragasius. The war lasted for months, heavy losses on both sides. In the end, neither side lost nor won because there was only one living warrior on each side: Zero and the rival flock's leader Drell. Both having nothing left they went their separate ways, Zero towards anywhere that didn't remind him of home and Drell went the opposite direction. There was such a heavy sorrow on Zero, having lost his mother whom was so supportive of him and had protected him for all his younger years. Though he was a trained and deadly warrior, he was still young. 
For centuries he has traveled far and wide, searching for something to ease his soul. Nothing could ever ease such pain though, the sight of all of his Flock dying around him as they too fought. Every time he closed his eyes he could see blood, innocent, enemy, fellow warrior...He could no longer tell the difference, all bleeding together. He wasn't even sure how many years have passed, time seemed to fly by...though to him, painfully so. Whatever he did, wherever he went, there was nothing for him. Then one day he opened his eyes, actually looking at the world around him for once in a very long time. The place was Mezzanotte, and why it had stopped him in his tracks and woke him up from a deadened wandering state: he wasn't quite sure. There had to be something about it, why else would he be seeing so clear now when for centuries he hadn't? Finally a small smile had come to his lips, he knew everything would be okay; somehow he just knew. The road would still be bumpy ahead, but at least there was finally a road to travel.
Personality: Zero is a silent type, keeping mostly to himself. But if the rare chance came about for someone to be his friend, he is very kind and protective of those he cares about. He dislikes having to fight, but will if it comes to protecting innocents. He disapproves of those who pick on others, seeing them as cowardly and will say something about it instead of watching. Though he has many contradicting personalities, he keeps to his personal beliefs and is not afraid to speak his mind. Appearance: Human form ~ Zero has silvery white hair, having a rat tail in the back tied up in fabric with the rest of his hair short to medium in length. His eyes are also silver, seeming to almost look into ones soul. His skin is pale, though not easily burned, and is soft to the touch. The clothes he wears usually doesn't make sense, though on occasion he gets an outfit to look semi decent. He is about five foot seven inches, his appearance making him look younger than he actually is. Avian form ~ Zero has intermittent feathers, mostly found on his wings. The two prominent colors of the feathers are white and black, sometimes an occasional silver one is found similar to a grey hair. His scales are copper as the primary, white as the secondary, and black on all four legs from the knee/hock down. Upon his head and tail are spikes, the ones on his tail mostly hidden underneath the white feathers found there. Anything else?: Zero has a thing for snow and ice, he can't help himself but to play in it or eat it. |
